1. |
The Shadow (What Luck)
05:13
|
|
||
Why January?
Footprints on the dashboard—O the Summer.
Blacklist the colors—Washed out and washed away.
And not a thrill, no not a thrill parades.
Ring in the New Year—In the puddles, always the puddles.
We’ll pay any price—O to squint my eyes.
Shadows on shadows—Forty shhh! shades of gray.
Until the end, until the end of time.
Oooh, What luck o what luck!
Rise where’s the Shining?—We’re sick of talking, time is a ticking.
A million urge the clouds to part—And the rain applauds.
Down with the old cold—Up, up, up and away.
And did you hear it disappears into thin air.
Oooh, What luck o what luck!
Cracked like a shutter.
Blindly how we blink alike.
Sing me a swan song—Magical Sun.
Until the spring, until the spring has sprung.
Oooh, What luck o what luck!
|
||||
2. |
Broke
03:51
|
|
||
I guess we were poor then,
filled up on food stamps.
A sandwich of addicts and recovering.
I worked the night shift
and I kept you up late
making love until we disappeared.
We stood on rooftops
speaking like militants.
I fought my nightmares on hardwood floors.
When we'd go dancing
I'd shake like a seizure.
When the music would cut, we'd leave arm in arm.
Don't go, don't go, don't go for broke.
(don't go for broke)
I went to New York
in an old tradition,
but nothing was real like skin on skin.
O and my silence,
it ran cold-blooded.
This boy was cut down where all things meet.
Don't go, don't go, don't go for broke.
(don't go for broke)
If you go for broke then
you may get broken.
Once you go there, you can't return.
|
||||
3. |
Two Timing Machines
05:00
|
|
||
One is a lonely number
Two is too much like a sunburn.
'Cause we are two timing machines
Paired off in numbers of three
A man at McArthur told me:
"We are two times Cassanova," he laughed.
"And how do you make love, do you build it to last?"
Count down the numbers 'til we
descend as the water retreats.
We're dripping like statues with cold feet.
She called out, "I'm numb! Burrrr!"
Bare as her poems. What lies
there in the fine print will conspire.
With shirts over shoulders and teeth
that ring out like church bells in heat.
The porch lights and bottle tops see...
We are two timing the lilac starlight
as we get away with the night.
O it was nothing--that's a lie.
There's always tomorrow--that's a lie.
Crash course in movement, we fall.
And I don't know 'bout you.
I don't know 'bout you.
I don't know 'bout you, but I'd like to stay here for a while.
And if you want something, don't speak.
Stop biting on your tongue and cheek.
For we are two timing machines,
we are two timing machines,
we are two timing machines with impeccable timing.
We are two timing machines...
|
||||
4. |
Tuesday Still
06:05
|
|
||
If ever you think you could
If ever you think you might
If suddenly it should appear
my god, would we ever have a good time.
Someday is not my hope
for someday we'll drop like flies.
And with only the shoes on our feet
my god, would we ever have a good time.
You know I'm right.
Forget what you think you want.
Forget what you think you like.
It's certainly perfectly clear
my god, would we ever have a good time.
You know I'm right.
What do you get when you cross your heartstrings?
Hoping not to die, but I'm not not joking…
It's blinding faith across continent yards
Like tin cans and shoe strings
From Wednesday to Tuesday Still
If ever you think you could
If ever you think you might
If suddenly it should appear
my god, would ever have a good time.
|
||||
5. |
The Magic of True Love
04:16
|
|
||
I was a magician
known throughout the land.
I forged every secret
with the slight of my hand.
Now I turn all my dimes into nickels and pennies,
I turn all my confidants back into enemies,
I turn strangers to friends into lovers and then back again--
tada.
I too was enchanted
by her salt and her sway.
Love like an answer--
Lord, I know not to pray.
For it takes one to know one
to love one and lose one,
the magic of true love is truly illusion.
I turn strangers to friends into lovers and then back again--
tada.
Long live the masters
bringing crowds to their feet.
Long live her beauty--
o it's something to see.
Now if you take the high road then I'll take the blindfold
and trick myself until all is revealed.
I turn strangers to friends into lovers and then back again
|
||||
6. |
Big Squeeze
04:58
|
|
||
My eyes see stars like a tarot card--look & you'll believe.
Now I got no luck counting sheep.
"When I was young"--O I'm out of touch.
And I only sing in the Key of Please, please, please!
O how to put it lightly
I want to tell you twicely
O I want your big squeeze!
I light up like a hotline every time you ring
calling misread misery.
So what is love? But a ton of crush
And i want to heart you forever
'cause there ain't no woman like the one I see.
O but that's an old disaster
Here's to the morning after
O I want your big squeeze!
My heart is a muscle car revved and rumbling
crying backfires on me.
Ah here she comes, cat got your tongue.
O and I'm sweating bullets 'cause I'm staring down the barrel of a diamond ring.
O and I've been to high school
Fell for the lowest I.Q.'s
O I want your big squeeze!
Ma told me time will tell us, O what a relief
Ooh, I believe!
So quit your crying, get me back on my feet,
Ooh, I believe, o my God I believe!
I read my horoscope & it's meant to be eternally bittersweet.
Will I give up? I'm sad enough.
O how to put it lightly,
I want to tell you twicely
O I want your big squeeze
O what good is laughter
when you're just a lonely bastard?
O I want your big squeeze.
Never give up (my big squeeze!)...
|
||||
7. |
|
|||
Hung over in our Sunday's best
there's nothing like a smile from a friend.
I catch my breath and then give it back
because she believes in nothing,
but the love that we're in.
A believer,
I believed her.
O baby how you lick your lips
with ever-present indifference.
"Promised my mother that we won't get wed,"
she said as I sat quietly.
"Is that a matter of fact?"
A believer,
I believed her.
And we spoke up
as the timpani thunder rolled.
Jesus Christ, you look good!
Almost wonderful.
Driving in circles as light hit the land
with nothing but each other,
and a smile from a friend.
For 40 days and for 40 nights
my shoes were soaking wet and my skin was white.
For 40 nights and for 40 days
I watched the city dripping
beneath the skies of gray.
A believer,
I believed her.
|
||||
8. |
Sunday Afternoon
02:42
|
|
||
Awe struck, holy luck--won't you give me a smile.
The chill in the air has winter to spare & blows.
Someone's drying up--like a brick on a wall
The shadow of night is tragically bright pointing home.
How can you say that you like it this way?
You must be joking.
And though it's heaven sent, we ain't seen nothing yet
on Sunday afternoon.
Aw struck, holy luck--where'd we go wrong?
How can you say that you like it this way--I know you don't.
How can you say that you like it this way?
You must be joking.
And though it's heaven sent, we ain't seen nothing yet
on Sunday afternoon.
|
||||
9. |
Diamonds Are Forever
04:02
|
|
||
Cameras taking pictures
Pictures with their flashes
Flashing up the lowlife
Diamonds are forever
Come on, tell me a story
Your friends are drunk and boring.
The night's still young & so am I
so let's get out of here before we die.
This could not be made up.
Made up is not this good.
O my goodness gracious,
You, you don't wear make up.
Come on, tell me a story
Your friends are drunk and boring.
The night's still young & so am I
so let's get out of here before we die.
Read it in the papers
Morning entertainment
Don't it make the breakfast go down.
And life is what you make it--
I read that somewhere lately--
but I don't care about anything
I just want to hit the town.
TIme is of the essence
Patience is a virtue
I'll believe it when I see it
'cause seeing is believing.
Come on, tell me a story
Your friends are drunk and boring.
The night's still young & so am I
so let's get out of here before we die.
|
||||
10. |
Black is Back
06:22
|
|
||
Black is back--dark like the night
I cross my fingers and thumb through the Times
O Phantom Future, wild as a beast
Are you undaunted as the darkness falls and breaks?
I play my records and I top my drinks.
I write you letters across shining seas.
No tell, no tell--there's no telling.
From miles apart that's a hard look to read.
But your charm is everlasting.
It's you who puts the happy into my ness.
It's you who puts the heart back in my ache.
O and it's you who puts the question marks away.
And it's our love that shines like the Seigne.
O love, it puts us to shame.
I'm going out on a limb, below you see the sun.
I'm going out of my head wishing for once…
So maybe I'm crazy; this world is nakedly insane.
I shake like an earthquake when you call out my name.
O & I told, tonight's our lucky day.
"Well I may have no heart, but you've got no brains."
And I've got nothing 'cause you got away.
I'm going out on a limb, below you see the sun.
I'm going out of my head wishing for once…
I want to love her.
I want no other lover,
but she will never love me.
(Ah come home! ah come home, please)
O please, what 'cha say?
Who was the fool who choose our fate?
I want to love her.
I want no other lover,
but she will never love me.
Black is back--dark like the night
I cross my fingers as the Prophet dawn flickers on the sky.
|
||||
11. |
Lost
04:12
|
|
||
Winter waits at the window
my longing knows not a name
for the Kingdom of Love
is not bolted nor shut,
it is gone, gone with the Greats.
Holy and half-way angelic.
With swagger we stagger and swoon
in the portraits of pain
we have sculpted and stained
we were damned and damn near the truth.
And this is for love
and this is for hate
and this is for God
growing old with the State.
This is the name I was given to make
we are lost, we are lost at the gates
and in honor, we call and await.
Boldly and barely eternal,
Our hears are hardly alive.
For our towers of Hope
both, have shifted and sloped
we were had, we were robbed, we were tried.
Sacred with naked wonder.
Nothing's real like skin on skin.
In the crosshairs of Time
we are deaf, dumb and blind.
We were beast--brutal and brave.
We are tired and tempted and tame.
And this is for love
and this is for hate
this is for dawn
glowing gold with the day.
This is the road we have chosen to take
and this is the soul I can not betray.
With my head in the air
and my back to the wall
ear to the ground
and my eye on the ball,
this is the name I was given to make
We are lost, we are lost at the gates.
We've been damaged in so many ways,
but a good boy never complains
|
Teenager Oakland, California
Teenager is the moniker of the sweetly defiant Bay Area songwriter and multi-instrumentalist, Bevan Herbekian.
Streaming and Download help
If you like Teenager, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp